Special Place Writing

I. The Departure of Summer

As I walked through the woods, I noticed a change. I could hear the wind blowing through the leaves. It was no longer  a warm Summer wind. It was a cold and sharp Fall wind. I could see the trees, slowly going to sleep. Their leaves were rusting. They were red, brown, and yeallow. To me, those leaves created a wonderful symphony of colors, and, to my soul, they brought peace. It felt good, but I was saddened by the thought of them soon disappearing and not coming back until May. The earth was almost the same as in the summer but a slight stiffness was showing. It, too, was colder and took away the pleasure of walking barefoot on the grass.

As I reached the shore road I could see further ahead. Everything was silent. The road was asleep because there were no more steps pounding on it. It felt lifeless, as if it was there to occupy space. Oh, but after a while  it gained back its happiness and joy. A group of tiny swuirrels raced on it towards their home. They were playing "Who gets home first gets the warm part of the tree." Well, that was it. Saddned by the fact of haveing no one to guide around the part, the road went to sleep again.

I slowly walked through the cold wind to a lonely bench. I sat down and made a fire. I then looked to the horizon. I saw one boat rushing back home, towards the harbor. A sudden memory came back to me. I remembered the days I spent on that beach in May. As I looked at the Ocean, it was filled by boats and people , all which were smiling. It was no longer the case that day, Fall, finally settled down for good. Smoke from the fire rose highly in the still blue sky. Together with the ocean's salty smell, it created a more mysteryous fragrance. The ocean's waves were small and blue. They also created a wonderful melody for me to hear. It was  a strong melody and it caught me listening to it for innumerable minutes. This melody was peaceful and I did not wish to let it go away.

I felt a great amount of peace coming over me that windy day. The sounds of the ocean, its colors, and its salty fragrance were all helping me to escape from the real world. That beautiful sight was mesmerizing and it was like heaven to me. I felt like it listened to me and it gave me the assurance that I was free. I was free to think well of my feelings, my beliefs, and myself.

I was so happy, but I was sad too. I wished it could have been Summer. I wanted to see more people enjoying this heavenly place. I wanted to see more ships, more bats, and more birds. I felt like eating some ice cream but it was too cold. As I thought more about Summer, I realized that the Summer of 1997 was very special to me. I did not want it to end; I wanted it to stay with me forever. However, I also realized taht it would only be kept in my memory and I made a promise to remember it forever. A departed Summer.

On my way back home, I was happy to have discovered what I was looking for, and I let the feeling of sadness go away. I was then impatient to make the rest of that day another cherished memory of my life.

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